August 11th 2008 8:27 pm
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I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for the just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just 'One more day' with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as 'alpha' or as 'trainer' or even 'Mom or Dad', come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another?s eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls I do not think of you as a 'Dog on two feet'. I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.
June 24th 2008 5:30 pm
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In a Land called Dogster..all things are possible with a little wishful thinking..photo editing program and comptuer...You can create what ever you need.You can help ours over their lost ..by making Angel wings...you can heal with a simple picture...You can go on a great adventure and help others on the way..
Our 10 th Birthday is June 25 ..and our pals are making it a great one..we will celebrate here and at Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies..cause we have so many pals that are at the Bridge..our furamily Daisy and Carrie and More...Great pals ..ones that last from here to the Bridge...
In a Land called Dogster all things are possible if you just close your eyes you can make it happen....then you can create it for you and others...bring a smile ...shed a tear...hold a paw..help a pal...all things are possible.. On the 25th we will be 10..our life has seen sadness and lost of furamily... but we are lucky one ..here in the Land of Dogster...... Maggie and Casey...(Aussie Too!) :-)
September 24th 2007 6:05 am
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that a woman can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts her, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is her dog.
A woman's dog stands by her in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. She will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintery winds blow and snow drives fiercely, only so she may be near her master's side.
She will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, she will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world..She guards the sleep of her pauper master as if she were a princess.
When all other friends desert, she remains. When riches take wing and reputation falls to pieces, she is as contstant in her love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. ....That has been their lives and ours...and ours still now.... miss you Daisy and Carrie